Judgement Day

With one hand I scroll the fragments she left behind – stolen moments that were offered freely – frantically trying to piece together enough force with the other hand to shatter the glacial pace of my day. Until I finally release fragments of myself that could have made me immortal, but instead punctuate my palm’s pantomime of a little death.

With her memories once again locked away in a digital safe I smile like the smoothest criminal.

Because the law of attraction means that I and they will be released again and again just for me to bang my gavel and throw myself on her mercy.